Chapter 1. (But, if you don't want me to go on like this I won't make another chapter.)
The crisp wind danced with autumn leaves and balding trees danced with their own jig. Scarlet red and brilliant orange were splashed across the hem of the sky as night enveloped the earth. The air was a shattering chill that burnt the lungs and inflared the nostrils. But the gloomy weather could not dampen the spirits of Mossflower. The spirits stirred in rejoice, for the woodlanders had come out victorious in another onslaught of invading vermin the previous night. The aposing carcasses were smeared across the land and their blood cleansed from swords and arms. Though, many-a heart was laden in guilt and heads were hung in grief. For the peaceful beasts of the woods had suffered their losses too. Though, any event that occured here had not been taught to one mind that strutted about the wood this eve.
No, that heart was filled with with happiness and glee. For a straw hat wa